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Who You Gon Rob
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Hoodrich Pablo Juan
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(EarlOnTheBat) Hood! (OG Parker) Let’s go I put that money over b*t*hes (Unh) f**k imma do if I ain’t got no job? I gotta eat and they want me to starve Dracos and Glocks, who you gon’ rob Roll up the oops and we smoke cigars [?], got a mill’ on my face card Ha, I see em’ playin’ hard (Ha) I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard Trapped out a twenty from Canada boulevard Go where I want, I’m still rockin’ my Audemar Hood rat b*t*h steady still’ tryna’ f**k me raw Cause’ that lil’ stole from me, I cut em’ off Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it I been to war with these n***as, I’m a veteran They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian They got away with the lick, but they buried it f**k all this sh*t, I don’t cherish I see these n***as actin’ hard, they carrots Say you was servin’, but n***a you need to walk to the stoe’ Had to trap out the graveyard by CD grove Real n***a, f**k all that clout, y’all hoes In the trap, same clothes, it don’t ever close Run when you see twelve, better not open that do’ (f**k 12) f**k that, jump out the patio (I’m gone) I was stayin’ down with [?] by the time it’s 3014 sh*t, the playground I was just sharp with the strap in the book bag Came from the west, in the airport, touchdown Check my watch, I’m screamin’ time, bussdown Trappin, learn how to survive Watch for the camouflage, they in disguise I cannot dwell on it, I bought a sky My b*t*h say she need me, f**k it, bye, huh Say you want my chain, try Wanna know what I bang? Glocks Whole different spot for the lean in the rocks This sh*t in my blood, I blame my pops Money for real, this sh*t ain’t no props f**k all that talkin’ let off some shots Wanted to hit? This sh*t already c*cked (Boom) Run up on me, imma send you that [?] I put that money over b*t*hes (Unh) f**k imma do if I ain’t got no job? I gotta eat and they want me to starve Dracos and Glocks, who you gon’ rob Roll up the oops and we smoke cigars [?], got a mill’ on my face card Ha, I see em’ playin’ hard (Ha) I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard Trapped out a twenty from Canada boulevard Go where I want, I’m still rockin’ my Audemar Hood rat b*t*h steady still’ tryna’ f**k me raw Cause’ that lil’ stole from me, I cut em’ off Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it I been to war with these n***as, I’m a veteran They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian They got away with the lick, but they buried it Yeah, yeah Jump out with that stick, n***a try it, I’m darin’ em’ n***a tell you what, imma pull up embarrass em’ Kill you, you, you, you, you and the rest of them Racks, Glocks, sticks and [?] n***a, opp, edit em’, spit on em’ Whole block, get in there Chop a n***a top, beheaded em’ I catch your big homie, I f**k n***a carried em’ Shout out the work and I shoot out the Caravan They know that it’s us, they know we ain’t sparin’ em’ Scrape that boy out, now that choppa put air in him My young n***a [?] prolly shoot at the ambulance Whip out that stick, turn that boy to running man These n***as some b*t*hes, I call em [?] Too many digits, I need me some rubber bands Hoppin’ out the cut, boogeyman These n***as ain’t, Superman Whole, lotta’, sticks, zoolaman Real, blood, diamond, African I hang with the Taliban, like I [?] Say he the plug, but he really the dope man Whole lotta diamonds, I feel like a snowman (Lil b*t*h) Fear of God drip, but I’m not fearin’ no man I put that money over b*t*hes (Unh) f**k imma do if I ain’t got no job? I gotta eat and they want me to starve Dracos and Glocks, who you gon’ rob Roll up the oops and we smoke cigars [?], got a mill’ on my face card Ha, I see em’ playin’ hard (Ha) I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard Trapped out a twenty from Canada boulevard Go where I want, I’m still rockin’ my Audemar Hood rat b*t*h steady still’ tryna’ f**k me raw Cause’ that lil’ stole from me, I cut em’ off Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it I been to war with these n***as, I’m a veteran They don’t want no beef with me, they vegetarian They got away with the lick, but they buried it These n***as really be scary Don’t even compare me, these little boys Larry Pull up in all black, like I was allergic to dairy Reppin’ that n***a, they startin’ to get arrogant Trapped out the flea market by [?] and [?] You know I got it, why the f**k you askin’? These n***as ad-libs, they come after Pistol whip em’, assault with battery Can’t wait to catch that n***a, keep @‘n me Big dog status, don’t like [?] with the beat, they 20 like Harriet TDO and weed every week, this a counter Rocky was ready to do em’ on camera f**k it, we gotta get em’ all, no sparin’ Thought he was real, he turned out to be a scammer 3-0 with dracos, we go to the opps hood Ain’t got no job, how I’m gon’ not juug They keep on shoppin’, it must be good Straight out the partment, you just call me Hood Thought he was cripin’, I got em in blood (Shh) b*t*h shut up, I’m talkin’ to the plug Run into an opp, he got swept up under the rug n***a speak up, but I don’t give a f**k
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